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NUMBER EIGHT SEPT. 1979 I PAINTERS MOUNTAIN
■ CHRIS ADAMES
THOMAS GHEE, JR.
Sir Robert Draftstree-Bat-
tlesherrv ventured to the
tes seeking' the
im 1 1 but
.__. tfhat he
found instead, rocked the
very pillars of modern
Painter was different! "&Sfik
His body refused to be af- JTMM
fected by whatever it was lm-k%
that had turned his tribe -f%fc\
into beasts. And Painter, !M$JF
For six weeks the 01 biter
had monitored the planet,
recording and evaluating
every event on its sur-
face. Now, its monitoring
over, a glistening silver
hand thrust at the con-
trols. It was time for the
savages to meet god!
By Alabaster Redzone ant
GHITA of ALIZARR
*< thf Trnllian hordes JK
ravaged tne city ot ah- ^H
zarr, a long-dead general ■&*
ravaged Ghita! And yet, ^#0m
as long as he was, the de- \?|L
caying war-hero could not z.*m
satisfy her as well as j I k
the even longer shaft of l*jf
his glistening sword! 1
By Frank Thorne
WHERE'S THAT OLD
One of the biggest reasons
why I like 1984 is that it is
a publication wherein the
reader is allowed to say what he
feels without being censored. In-
deed, you seem to encourage
healthy arguments and verbal vul-
garities as long as they make in-
Well, I don't know how interest-
ing this letter is going to be, but I
do have a bitch I would like to get
off my chest.
A lot of what I read in the letters
pages of the Warren magazines,
praises Jim Warren on his innova-
tion for publishing black and
white comic books, and applauds
his ardent desire to print only the
best absolute best in illustrated
stories. Well, I think that's all
First of all, Warren hasn't had
an original magazine idea in twen-
ty years. He continually repeats
the same successful Famous Mon-
sters formula with these rip-off
movie one-shots that he has been
flooding the market with in recent
months. And his comic magazines
have remained essentially un-
changed since he stole the idea for
CREEPY # 1 . . .
1984, like all the Warren
magazines, is nothing more than
a hodge-podge collection of unre-
lated Bhort stories. There is no
meat to any of it. Hasn't anyone
ever told Warren that the short
story is dead? Just once I would
like to see him publish a book
length epic: Something with sub-
stance, and originality that his
readers can sink their teeth into.
Oh sure, he's come close, with a
couple of book-length Vampirella
stories, and a few Rook stories
that have fallen just short of the
mark because they were never
given the necessary room to ex-
pand. But if you don't like blood-
lusting aliens and time travelling
adventurers, even these were un-
Why can't we, just once, have a
book-length science fiction novel-
la in 1984? I mean cover- to- cover,
with none of this continued -next -
isBue shit!? Why can't we have
substance in the comics?
If anyone can do it, I know War-
ren can. His eighty-page maga-
zine formats are the perfect prov-
ing grounds for these graphic
super-novels. What say, guys? At
least try it!
Reeds ville. Wise.
IN COME THE HACKS
OUT GO THE MASTERS?
Like all of your regular readers
and ardent followers. I read with
some trepidation your announce-
ment in issue #6 that Frank
Thome would soon make his "mo-
mentous" debut in 1984.
I knew that Thome's appear-
ance within your pages would, by
necessity of space alone, force one
of the other fine artists out of the
pages of the magazine. And know-
ing that Estebim Maroto's Idi
Amin series would soon betaking
its final bows, I logically assumed
that Thorne would be Maroto's
I will not deny that the mere
thought of it made me quake with
not a little fear over the future of
1984. How could Thome, a long-
time comic book hack, replace my
all-time favorite comic magazine
illustrator? Would this presage vi-
sions of more to come? Other,
lesser funny book illuminaries
taking over for the peerless
talents that have made 1984 so
great? Ah, I feared, it wsb the be-
ginning of the end.
And then came 1984 #7. Thorne
was in, Maroto was out . . . just as
I had anticipated. But miracle of
miracles, I could scarce believe my
eyes. Thome's "Ghita" far sur-
passed anything that I had ever
Been illustrated by my former ar-
tistic favorite Maroto. It has style
and flair and wit, and a heroine
that makes Maroto's girls look
sick. Ghita is alive, thanks to
Thome's breathtaking art and en-
thralling storyline . She is.
without a doubt, the best thing
Let me tell you quite frankly that I
have never read Marvel's Red Son-
ja comic book series. Ardent chau-
vinist that I am, the very idea of a
female Conan nauseated me be-
yond mere words. And. quite
frankly, when I read your an-
nouncement in 1984 #6 that
Frank Thorne was soon to do his
all-new improved version of Red
Sonja for 1984, I was aghast, dis-
heartened and ready to cancel my
subscription to what I had
thought was going to be a fine and
And then came 1984 #7. With
Thome's "Ghita," making her de-
but appearance. To be quite hon-
est with you, I read every other
story in the issue, and then put
the magazine aside not having the
least desire to read the Ghita tale.
But something made me go
back. Some intangible urging
would not permit me to cast 1984
aside until every word, every line
of art was perused and evaluated.
Slowly, hesitantly, I began
"Ghita" . . . and was instantly, ir-
Thome's miraculous art, his
dual prologue with both Ghita and
her Antedeluvian city being rav-
ished simultaneously, were pure
delight to behold.
Thorne made me instantly love
Ghita and the tumbumpjng old
sot, Thenef. Oh sure, it's obvious
that he has stolen the best of Red
Sonja, with more than a passing
nod to Vampirella and her own be-
sotted prestigatator. But his well-
plotted, craftily- penned tale made
me fall instantly in love with his
characters. And now, quite the op-
posite of how I felt when I began
reading this issue of 1984, I can-
not watt for the second and future
installments of this comic classic.
I guess you guys up there be-
hind the editorial desks knew
what you were blowing your horn
about! With Gita and Thome you
really have something to be proud
° f ! DALE GREEN
NEBRES, REDZONE TOPS!
Rudy Neb res and Alabaster Red-
zone are doing a really fine job on
the continuing epic "Twilight's
So far I've been engrossed by
both chapters of the story, and
while I'm still not sure exactly
where it is I am being taken, I
know that I'm having a lot of fun
NO MORE MINDLESS
I never thought I'd see a story like
"Kaiser Warduke and the Indis-
pensable Jasper Gemstone" with-
in a magazine like 1984. I was
under the impression that you
folks were supposed to be produc-
ing an innovative, thought-provok-
ing and intelligent comic book fea-
ture for an adult readership. Rich
Margopoulos' "Kaiser Warduke"
wbb none of those things. It was
While the story started out on a
respectable enough though cliche
premise (the Big War, mutants,
etc.), it deteriorated quickly into a
nonsensical string of disjointed
one-liners which led ub on a wear-
ing trip through mediocre Marvel-
style battle scenes and a downbeat
conclusion that served no purpose
whatsoever and only blatantly il-
lustrated that the story lacked
both plot and purpose.
If this is the calibre of work
of which Margopoulos is capable
these days, then I say blackball
the hack from the pages of comics
forever! It is so-called "writers"
like these who are singing the
death knell of the medium.
Okay, you guys have had your
fling poking fun at Marvel Com
les' senseless and repetitive mus-
cle-bound hero action tales. And
your little satire didn't come off
any better than the mindless tripe
that's being spewn out so regu-
larly over at that rival comics pub-
lisher. So let's not Bee any more
crap like "Kaiser Warduke and
the Indispensable Jasper Gem-
I really like 1984 for it's truly ex-
cellent comic book art. When I buy
a copy of the magazine, I know
sight unseen, that I am about to be
treated to the absolute finest com-
ic art to see print today.
Rich Corben, Alex Nino, Rudy
Nebres, Jose Ortiz, and now
What I'd like to know, though, is
how, among all these shining
stars of the comics field, did a
hack like Jimmy Janes find his
way into the pages of suoh an
otherwise excellent magazine?
Even the incomparable rendering
of Alfredo Alcala cannot cover up
Janes' blatant artistic thievery.
The man is not an artiBt. He is a
Xerox machine, reproducing some
of the most mundane Marvel Com-
ics work ever published. Couldn't
you please dump Janes and give
us 100% pure, untainted Alfredo
1984 #7 was a classic for one
reason alone: Alex Nino's imagi-
native and purely exciting art.
With each passing issue, Nino's
artistic expertise actually seems
to improve. His varying tech-
niques give his work a freshness
that is not seen in the work of
even the truly great illustrations
produced by Jose Ortiz, Alfredo
Alcala, Richard Corben or any of
the other 1984 regulars.
And this issue's Nino offering
was particularly fine because
there was so much more of it. Two
stories, and both fourteen pages
in length. I was in Heaven!
I hope we'll be seeing more
issues of 1984 like this in the fu-
ture, with more of Nino's master-
My favorite funny book artist is
Alex Nino. There is no other illus-
trator working in the medium to-
day who exercises such originali-
ty, such flair, such boundless
imagination in liis art.
Just look at that magnificent fu-
turistic city on the splash page of
"Teleport 2010." Has anything
more inspired ever sprung from
the imagination of a mere man?
Nino is a geniuB. He is also the
main reason why I regularly pur-
Two Alex Nino stories per issue is
not enough! Any chance of having
him illustrate an entire issue of
1984 . . . cover to cover?
Ah, if only he could, Charlie! But
we're afraid that It would take up
so much of Alex's time as to pre-
clude his regular monthly work
for 1984. And we wouldn't want
an issue to go by without Alex's
fanciful illustrations gracing our
pages. Would you?
NEBRES ART GREAT
BUT COULD BE BETTER
Rudy Nebres' artwork for Warren
Publishing is the absolute best
work in his comics illustrating
career. It is so detailed, so fluent
and so engrossing that he actually
makes me feel as though I am on
the far-away worlds he is illustra-
I was enjoying my usual feeling
of displaced euphoria as I read the
second installment of his truly en-
grossing "Twilight's End" saga,
until, that is, I came upon the
third page in that story, at which
point I had to just stop, and shud-
der with delight.
The exquisite use of tonal values
on that page lent a quality and
depth of realism to NebreB' art
which, as excellent as it is, seems
to have been lacking before, and
was truly stunning to behold.
Wouldn't it be possible for Rudy
to "color" all of his pages with
varying values, as he did this one?
It would make his already-beauti-
ful black and white art ever so
much more pleasant to look at!
WHERE ARE WARREN'S,
1984 #7 was very different from
the preceding six issues of the
magazine. Noticeably different.
The entire tone of the magazine
seemed altered to me. Gone were
the clever little barbs and witti-
cisms, and sadly lacking were
those small touches of genius
which have, to this point, made
the magazine so great.
It took me awhile to figure out
why the stories seemed so differ-
ent, but intellect that I am, it even-
tually hit me. There wasn't one
story in the issue by that was au-
thored by that duo of double-en-
tentred debauchery, Jim Sten-
strum and Bill DuBay. Instead, we
were gifted with the mediocre
mundanity of Budd Lewis, Gerry
Boudreau and Rich Margopoulos.
It was just like the good old days
when those "talents ' reigned su-
preme within the Warren maga-
zines. I didn't like them way back
when. And I like them even less
So what's happened? Has quar-
terback Dube and his star receiver
stepped aside to let the second
string take the field and try for
the elusive winning points? I sure
hope not, because the second str-
ing just isn't making it anymore.
Us loyal fans want to see that
all-star team back in action. We
want the genius that has made
1984 what it is! Give us back
Stenstrum and Dube.
illy as . . . The W T ° be near the
Holy Place. ^k power men call God.
ed with sorrow. From
the safety of their
mountain, they watch-
ed a civilization die!
Because he had
vived, there would be a
The old ways wore dead, and already forgotten. Thei _
was an entire world to populate, to conquer ... but above
all ... to cherish
<0 l"»g "Ho .
The legend of Henna the Bold began /suHt%WB
smack rtnh nn top of the world, with the l
famous DraftBtree-Battlesberry expedi
You may recall that Sir Robert Draft-
a tret- Butt leabory of Her Majesty's Royal
Academy of Science, had ventured * ' '
brunch into. Streptoneura, a small but in-
tensely prolifio Ice dam found only
within the Arotio circle.
What the aged professor and hie
party stumbled upon instead, how-
ever, rocked the very pillars of
j^ Excellent suggestion, ^\
professor. The very idea that ^
we shall soon be lucubrating upon
the msiting habits of the etrepljuiiMini
— veritably smitten with
Author: BILL DuBAY/Illustrator: JOSE GONZALEZ
stories, which fade from the public
Hernia, the girl from another age!
light. A gentle wind i
eluded tudor retreat. The home
dark and eilent. But the omin
shadow without knows that the
he seeks is nestled securely within.
W^^^^ Ah—! The exquisite ^^^^^H
W praised. What a magnificent form ^M
^_^ the gods have bequeathed her! ^M
^J^j Mmmmmifl! ^^^B
^m Who needs ^B
^^ clothing? I'm 1
j^h comfortable just^H
^^^ like this! ^^|
The flight to the shiekdom of Ali Khan Sade, though
long and tedious, is remarkably shortened by the in-
ventive and insatiable appetite of the girl from the
' e century, A.D.
The cretinous throwbacks, the brutish natives of
the planet, have completely overrun The Colony
now— the monster having scattered most of the col-
ony population into the jungle, leaving those few re-
maining inside the colony to fall easy prey to the
's/^ From his vantage point, Zev watches
» the gruesome circus — dozens of
slaughtered colonists being piled out-
side the walls of the city. Zev trembles
to think Rena is somewhere within
And all at once the throwbacks run off, terrified by
the massive silver being, and the snitch-scope helDS
to rout them out the gate with some well-placed
blasts right behind them.
But what force
in the Universe . . . could
possibly threaten us?
But for now, the human
race must endure a terrible
revenge, for the Almighty
Creator is truly a jealous
Author: JAN STRN AD /Illustrator: RICH CORBEN
You see that box u
there? Well, it's
chock full of canned
I'd climb up
and get it, but I
busted my le u
you go, I'll split it
with ya, though!
Yes, apparently the
product of accelerated
growth, like our
clones . . . like Julie!
Author & Illustrator: FRANK THORNE
Dahlb will lead
us out of this
take the horses
and spill some
1 the doing of it
Still, the cold
my flesh is
exciting to me.
Thenef , help
^with the task. .
— Bam it twixt
my lege as
sword into me! _
Well done, oh
city will once
again be safe
for your wor-
shippers. It is
Stunned by Ghita' s display with the sword, Thenef and Dahib follow as
the maid of Alizarr charges through the tunnel toward the outer exit.
Thenef is bewildered. Ghita seems transformed . . . spoiling for combat
with the trollish forces. It's more than the gininead, he believes. Her
temperament is altered! It's as though she were visited by the spirit of
Khan-Dagon. himself. Dahib is numb with adoration of the woman.
Now to test the mettle of the army of three. The odds are heavily
against them: nearly naked woman, a cowardly wizard and a wounded
half troll. Thenef envies Dahib's faith in Ghita. She is his goddess. She
is, to him, immortal. She will protect him. Thenef. however, remains
unconvinced of her divinity. The Wizard is dumbfounded by her ac-
' Dahib's concern for Ghita is deeply felt. His
sudden vision of a glory long denied his kind
has long been impossible without his newfound
object of worship. The halftroll knows by faith
alone that his goddess will take him into heaven
when he dies. There, with Ghita by his side,
they will live together in sublime eternity.
The half troll's devotion to the woman is blind and
beyond reason. Only a fool would waste his breath
telling Dahib that his deity is a wanton wench. His
nostrils deny him the truth that she stinks from
sweat. Dahib's eyes behold only her natural beau-
ty. The grit between her toes and under her finger-
nails is invisible to him.
Ghita's speech, laced with profanity and ir-
reverent comment, seems never to roach
Dahib's ear. To the halftroll she iB, quite simply,
divine. Any evidence to the contrary is sum-
marily dismissed. Ghita does not understand
his unquestioning devotion. She believes in
neither gods nor goddesses.
Halftroils are asexual creatures . . . luckily for
Dahib. His goddess is gifted with a body that could
steam the foreheads of angels. Alas, however,
many that were less than angels had shared her
gifts. She is tawdry, obscene, good-humored and
thieving. To Dahib she will ever be the queen of
irnied (rom page 5
WHERE, OH WHERE
HAS HAPPY JIM GONE?
Boy, you guys really had me
scared there. When 1984 #6 came
and went without the usual epi-
sodic adventure of my favorite
funny book hero, I'd thought he'd
been relegated to oblivion for sure.
But then oame issue seven #7.
and Happy Jim Sunblaster was
there in his usual full-color glory,
hawking subscriptions to 1984,
and my trepidation was calmed
once and for all.
I knew you simply could not
abandon one of the comics' finest
cult hucksters sinoe Charles
Us abandon Happy Jim? How
could we ever do such a thing,
Howie? It would be like Christmas
without a Santa Claual
NO MORE REJECTS
idiotic costumed comic book he-
roes. Rich Margopolous put about
as much thought into "Kaiser
Warduke" as the average Marvel
- scripter puts into one of that com-
pany's assembly-line tales: None
I would like to comment on one of
the more neglected factor b of
1984 magazine, but one that
makes reading the magazine a
distinct pleasure: The way the
magazine is produced.
I am amazed, really at the ultra-
clean look of the entire publica-
tion. The clean type face spaced
evenly within the perfectly oval
balloons in every panel, give 1984
a distinct look and personality
unlike any other comic magazine
It's a small thing really, and I
would never have notioed it if not
for the debate raging on your let-
ters pages over the validity of re-
placing hand lettering with ma-
chine-set type. But I think it
shows what a great deal of care is
put into every issue of the maga-
zine. Care, and I would imagine a
certain amount of pride.
Our overworked and long-
neglected production department
thanks you, Wilson.
THORNE RIPSOFF THORNE?
I caught Frank Thome's act at the
San Diego Comic Convention last
year. And it seems to me that
GbJta is an offshoot of his Wizard
and Bed Sonja performance, with
Ghita's sodden vizir portraying
grand master Thorne himself!
I was under the impression that
1984 was supposed to be a maga-
zine about the future. I don't want
to be sour grapes, but what does
Ghita have to do with the future?
You got us, Beggst Ghita's central
theme may be unrelated to the
world of tomorrow. But It sure la
fun to read, isn't it!?
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The second, long- in- coming revolutionary war was a lot like the first: Brought about
by a corrupt, uncaring government bleeding the population of every right, every
freedom, every dollar it could squeeze forth.
And like that first American j
war of Independence, the '84 ]
rebellion had its heroes, its i
legends . . . and its martyrs!
BILL DuBAY/IUustFator: ABEL LAXAMANA
Like good Americans everywhere, I t
layed down like a whipped dog when Uncle
Teddy rationed me to ten gallons of gas a
onth! I grit my teeth when he ripped off
Dre and more of my paycheck to pay the
deral deficit. I didn t even bitch a lot when
he pushed the price of food out of reach of
Joe- average American.
Even though I'd never owned
a gun in my life, it seemed u
just, immoral and a whole lot
like murder to deprive citi-
zens of their right to protect
themselves . . . especially i
such turbulent times!
And yet, for all my dissident
opinions, it's doubtful that I
would ever have voiced an objec-
tion against the actions and
policies of my goverment. One
simply did not do sunh things
when one was given a proper up-
bringing in the posh Kennedy-
owned world of Hyannis Port,
Massachuset ts .
■ when I tell ■
T an official ^B
L military ^H
Hey, men . . .
. you can't — 1 .
Jimmy managed to wrest e
gun from one of the pig bastards.
Neither of us, after a lifetime of
pampered Luxury, had ever before
held a weapon. But we were Butch
and Sundance. Poncho and Cisco,
Batman and Robin ae we emptied
our olipe in the name of truth,
justice and the American Way!
And thoBe who had
instinctively to know, that
e doing, we had ' " "'
Jimmy and I ne
Neither of us had a
blood between us.
thrust upon i
-. ;■: fate.
Once on the patriotic road, of right-
turning back. We were instant,
full-blown revolutionaries, sought
by every law- e—" -roc merit, agency
We began our Robin Hood roles by
"appropriating" just enough
funds to finance a fledgling army.
Our tactics lie in psychological
warfare. Pigs and blackshirts had to
die. It wasn t pretty, but tactically it
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